EST Gee - Love Is Blind (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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EST Gee - Love Is Blind (en) Lyrics
Yeah yeah
Come take a trip down memory
lane with a grave digger
A made nigga,
poppin’ painkillers
Don’t make me think different,
i’ma drank sipper
I don’t slayed niggas, I
have done paid killers
Out the whip
and out the window
Long as you get em’ ain’t
no difference
Shame it’s the same niggas dissing,
used to wanna hang with us
I ain’t trippin’ I been had a lots
of opps, even more pistols
Bougie freak say she don’t wanna eat
cuz I ain’t say no pickles
Put her on the nigga she get that
lo, we gone for sure get ‘em
Most get it the small few of em that
don’t need no nose tissue
Cuz i’ma wipe it for em’ he don’t even
know that i’m so cold with it
She got sexy lips when she eat
dick call her soul stealer
Cry and make her sad said i’ll be
back when it’s a whole river
She give me a pass on how I
act because her old nigga
Who get down bad sitting on his
ass watching her go get it
Plus I used to serve her baby
dad you know I hit his bag
Bossed up I bought all my whips with
cash it came with paper tags
3 Kilos and 1, 500 grams,
all my cubans dance
Every brick I grab you ain’t my
mans a cut four and a half
Runoff on yo stupid ass next time
if you don’t lower the tab
Niggas ain’t got money or no swag
they can’t make me crash
Let my brodie score I threw the pass
he laid it off the glass
Island slime it’s blood on all grass
I hope you thinking fast
Four of wok inside a big blue pop
make it look like the jazz
Thought that shit was good but it
was trash get back to the lab
Brick layer and I was made to
last and never come in last
Act like you gone test me u gon pass
and I ain’t talking class
You know I got that gresky don’t even
ask just come with the cash
Ion reminisces on what I had
cuz i’m still in my bag
If it’s me and his it’s mine then yours
and yours is made from trash
Nigga sent a gangsta text I laughed
he know that that’s his ass
He survived from hiding under the
wheel he ain’t dump his iron
Know I climbed from out that pile
of shit I had to take my time
Steppers put them niggas on a shelf
they wanted to see me die
Video he up a stupid row
camera off he lying
Gotta shine cuz I ain’t used to have
nothing and that’s the reason why
Homicide another momma crying
son playing with 55 riata
Drive whoever tryna collide
know it’s suicide
Love is blind so is my left eye
so fuck the other side
(Fuck the other side)
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